lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2010

Cuento de una mañana lluviosa...

En el silencio  de un mundo desesperado y sin lamento, el frío de sus manos sobre mi espalda desnuda,
hacía que, cerrando los ojos, pudiera verle aún más cerca. Y en el aroma del olvido, recuerdo como su dedo buscaba un fín en mi torso. Y en la adicción a sus besos,podía explicar que NO. No había luz al final del camino...

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Do yo need a superman ?

Do yo need a superman ?

Making Love, not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow.. ALL SUMMER LONG

- Well, goodbye. You were very kind with me. Now I'll take a hot bath. Ah ... I forgot to tell you that ...
- Say it.
- ... I have some desire to make you love, you can not even imagine. But this does not tell anyone. Especially you. Should torture me to force me to say.
- To say what?
- May I make love to you ? Not just once ,but hundreds of times. But I will not tell you ever. Only if I go crazy I would say you I will make love to you, here in front of your home, IN EVERYLIFE.

Hey ! I am your fucking clock

I am the rhythm of the sound , I am the rhythm of the night.

Life

Life
Oh life